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Satan's Lures

Satan loves the sport of fishing.
His tackle box filled with bait,
he goes out to the lake of life
to cast his line, and wait.

The devil knows us, every one
and knows which lures to use.
In accordance with our weaknesses
he determines which to choose.

Dishonesty, pornography,
pride, selfishness and hate.
False witness, greed, the list goes on.
The sin becomes the bait.

Many bite and are deceived.
And in a snap they're hooked.
They learn too late that Satan's bait
is not as it had looked.

It's important that we choose the right
for this life is our test;
and when we choose to do what's right
we truly will be blessed.

So feed on Heavenly Fathers words.
Great blessings will be yours,
as you watch and pray, and stay away
from Satan and his lures.

poem by Ron Tranmer
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What Will Be Your Reward On Judgement Day?

All who choose their religion atheism.

Choose disbelief in the existence
of God. Non-belief these choose.

What when your final judgement has
been passed will Satan say to you?

Atheism was your deliberate choice.
Scepticism was your deliberate choice.
Desires of heart your deliberate choice.

Revelation. All the promises God made
were true all Satan made were lies.

Satan also made promises not kept not any.

Satan had no power over you.
Satan will abstain accept no blame.
Satan will claim he did nothing but tempt you.

Satan will say I did nothing but offer my way
you accepted my invitation in love of money.

Satan will say suckers blame not me blame yourselves.

On Judgement Day Satan will not help fallen you.
On Judgement Day Satan cannot help himself.
Nor can Satan help any of his millions of demons.

Satan will dissociate
himself from partnership
in all your sin before God.

Satan will demand
your wrong doing receive
a grievous torment.

Atheist, non-believer,
chooser of sweet tempting sin,
to your criminal plea;

that it was deceiver Satan,
who lead you astray,
Satan will plead guilty.

God made you promises.
God gave you warnings.
In conscience of your heart.

Satan also made promises.
Now proven to be false.

Satan will confess
all his promises

were deception

false assurances
of sweet prosperity.

Woe to the fallen
beguiled by greed.
Enticed in snare
great expectations.

Did not Satan assure you
that there was no life?
In an eternal Hereafter?

Did not Satan deceive you
into rejecting Jesus Christ?
His paid innocent blood sacrifice
as intercession for all your sin?

Not all worshipper offerings
are acceptable before God.
Ten commandments warned

you may not freely do whatever you please.
It is written there are consequences.
It is written a Day of Judgement will come.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let Me Avenge Satan

Let me avenge Satan,
For tempting me all life;
He is the big Liar,
Who brought me all my strife.

Let me avenge Satan,
For accusing mankind;
He gives false promises,
And confuses each mind.

Let me avenge Satan,
For misleading all souls;
His craftiness is clear,
And wily are his roles.

Let me avenge Satan,
For giving me my woes;
He’s the fallen angel,
The Chief among my foes.

Let me avenge Satan,
For goading me to sin;
He‘s the source of evil,
Against whom I must win.

Let me avenge Satan,
For giving bad advice;
He is my betrayer,
Who lures all into vice.

Let me avenge Satan,
For setting snares for me;
He waits to ambush me
In my iniquity.

Let me avenge Satan,
For making my eyes dim;
And raising doubts in me,
And turning my life grim.

Let me avenge Satan,
For causing wars on earth;
And spreading hatred great,
Amongst siblings since birth.

Let me avenge Satan,
For telling just untruth; ;
And tempting Eve to eat,
The God-forbidden fruit.

Let me avenge Satan,
For goading Cain to kill
His brother dear Abel,
And keeping not God’s will.

Let me avenge Satan.
For tempting Lord Jesus,
After forty-days’ fast,
And thwarting mankind’s bliss.

Let me avenge Satan,
For taking souls to hell,
God made for all devils,
And angels all who fell.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2008

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Lucky are They Who Choose to be My…

Lucky are they who choose to be my friends;
They’ll inculcate the good they find in me,
Repent for sins / misdeeds and make amends;
They’ll know Jesus and save their souls surely.

Lucky are they who choose to be my foes;
My life exemplary will show them Christ;
I’ll pray for their redemption too, of course;
Their hearts must change, giving up evil first.

Lucky are they who choose to be strangers;
I’ll think of them and pray for them also;
And God protects them from Satan’s dangers;
God’s love will cast its spell magical, Oh!

Lucky are they who choose to read my words;
They’ll have a peaceful, carefree life like birds!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2006

poem by John Celes
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Say It Bait It And Run

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave and run.

How we slid to the bottom from the top.
Say it bait it and run.
Who did what to start this problem.
Say it bait it and run.
Corruption done under dirty rugs.
Say it bait it and run.
What thugs brought this to fisticuffs.
Say it bait it and run.
What party pooped their rule.
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave and run.

Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cuckoo and too cool.
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cuckoo and too cool.
Say it bait it and run.

But that cool cuckoo's no fool.
To cause what has been done!

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.

You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave it and run.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In His Fishing Expedition

in his fishing expedition
his bait is this bluff
and with gullibility
you take the bait,
swallow the hook, line and sinker

i say
baby you have not yet learned the intricate art of the spies
those who are still not captured by the enemies
in the middle of their yards

take the bait
and put it back to the sea
you must learn how to fish too

in this expedition of lies and deception
take the shape of the mythical mermaid
swim like a slimy fish but sing like a beautiful woman.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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050510J trying not to work

i happened to talk to a gentleman
retired from government last month
he is taking his time without a plan
fishing the wharf at morning sunshine
got his fishing hooks all tangled up
he told me, last he just threw in a box

on his first cast he yelled 'come on bite'
in my mind how could they without bait
snug 'em that won't be very pretty sight
i guess he saw me with a grin; respond
'oh! yes, i never put bait on first launch'
'i noticed, you must be clearing the rust'

poem by Manonton Dalan
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The fishing

Lust is the bait given by the God
To get the fish which are children.
We don’t catch fish with the bait
And instead eat the bait and forget fishing.
17.02.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rock Love

I seen these big shots all come and go
Been there myself and theres one thing I know
You got to choose your heroes, choose them well
They could be leading you straight into hell
Let me be your protection
Keep the vampires off your neck
Sample your wine and
Stay so near that youll never have a thing to fear
Get thee behind me satan
Big as a mountain, strong as a diamond
Rock love
Bright as a nova burning forever
Rock love
Close as a heart beat, free as the water
Rock love
Get thee behind me satan
I see the same damn faces in the news
Taking up sides when there aint nothing to choose
I think their game is just designed to confuse
They cut the pie up and the rest of us lose
Let me be your advisor
Keep the monkeys off your back
Figure your taxes
Stay up all night making sure that everything is right
Get thee behind me satan
It seems like only yesterday
Remember when I used to say
I knew wed be in vogue someday
Rock love is love and not fade away
Lord you got to rock on
Got to rock steady
Spinning on the rock of love
Can you feel it
Hard as a rock, strong as a rock
Put your hands on the rock
Youve got the rockin steady now
I looking for a life like the rock

song performed by by Utopia
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God’s Story of Grace

This darkened world and all its fury, is not the end of God’s Story,
In a world, which gets darker friend, as you page down to the end.
A story that began with three, God, The Son and Spirit of Eternity,
When God’s creation was so right; a Paradise of Peace and Light.

When God created all He would, He said to Christ “it is very good.”
In God’s perfection at its very best, the devil entered in with a test,
To deceive the very heart of man, in an attempt to foil God’s plan.
But, His plan did not end at all, when Satan caused man’s evil fall.

For Grace now enters the story; this for man, and for God’s Glory,
As God determines Satan’s fall, through The Son, The Lord of All.
Satan resolute to deceive all men, by Eternal God, is condemned,
And soon will be cast forevermore, into an eternal fire by our Lord.

However, Grace for us will surely last, long after Satan’s been cast,
The Grace from God, that we receive, when in Christ we do believe.
A Grace which God gives to us, who in God’s Son, place their trust,
To save us from the one destiny, that Satan and his angels will see.

So the story that began in Paradise, lead The Son to be a sacrifice,
As our Savior on a wicked tree, moved by His love for you and me,
To grant all believers Eternal Life, through The Savior, Jesus Christ,
Who shall take us out of this night, into life everlasting, in His Light.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Isaac Newton

Isaac Newton

For years he fished in the nearby lake,
but the fish would never take his bait.
So he baited his hook with crusty-bread,
but even that didn’t turn their head.

He changed the bait to a lump of cheese
and thought this would tempt and tease,
but alas no bites from dusk till dawn,
so he changed the bait to boiled corn.

With no success with boiled wheat
Newton would not accept defeat.
So he put a juicy worm upon the hook,
but even this got no second look.

He cast aside his tackle and thoughts of fish,
and became a mathematician and physicist.
One sunny morning beneath an apple tree
he sat reading a book of philosophy.

From the lake a fish leaped high above his head,
but an apple fell down and hit him instead.
He looked up for the fish and it fell onto his lap,
so he ate the apple and put the fish back.

poem by Orlando Belo
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5. Gone Fishing

Fishermen cast out their nets
We all in turn go fishing
Some will use a rod and line
While others fish by wishing

Some wish for so many things
Like numbers in a line
If the line is lacking some
Next time they say that’s fine

Others fish for gossip
So they can tell to others
No escape for anyone
Not even someone’s brothers

Fishing for a missing sock
The washer won’t release
Hiding out behind the drum
With fluff and bits of fleece

You see we all go fishing
Not always using bait
Just cast a line for what you want
Then settle down and wait

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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At The Fishing Village

life is simple here
and i learn a lot
first, i put the bait
on the hook,
got an earth
worm
wriggling
attractive inside
the green
water
i throw the line
a fish
catches
the bait and
it is caught

i cook what i catch
and have
my own fill

i get what i
deserve.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Will Receive This Portion Of Blame?

A portion of bait blame squarely laid
at the feet of sly Satan the red horned
demon lurking behind closed doors
of deceit dripping with malice thorns
an ancient excuse for all vapour mist evils
excuse for all failures all tribulations
all sorrow all worries all incurred debts
all misses of standard mark all self pities.

God blesses work of hands good will done
works of ill will receive no angel blessings
excuses conform to configure an ill nature.
I ill matured man lay on a host of excuses
I pick choose a myriad of hard luck abuses
reason this that cannot wait to relate ruses.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Fisherman's Boat

I am tied to a pole
In me came and sat a fisherman with a big mole
He had a fishing rod and a net
With a bucket and bait so wet

He untied me and rowed me
Into the deep sea
And with rod, net and bait
He caught fish till late

He went home with a big fish
To prepare and eat a tasty dish
Tomorrow again he’ll come wearing his overcoat
To untie me, his little fishing boat.

poem by Niharika Singh
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For Those Who Say It Is Never Too Late, It Is!

For those who say it is never too late,
It is!

The only thing those who choose to procrastinate do,
Is use more time to make excuses.
And this they do from the experience of it!
Doing so to abuse someone's time.

For those who say it is never too late,
It is!

With thoughtlessness attached.
And at the expense of getting attention.
Since their comprehension is only used to waste.
In celebration of their own hesitation.

For those who say it is never too late,
It is!

With an aspiration to agitate those exasperated,
To heights of exacerbation unnecessarily created.
And pleasing no one but those who choose to bait,
Disrespect and neglect achieved.

For those who say it is never too late,
It is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Bait

I lost my bait
Where did I bait the last time?
My loss determined I don't prevail
I'd better go back to kids' playing
Instead of fishing on shore
Calm down I know what you want
But you just lost your wording chance
And the chance to fish a whale
Sitting there worried, anguished
Maybe feared so much
But you're so strong
And I'd better be retired
I lost my bait and I don't have fishing in my mind
Leaving the young one to be worried to death

poem by Yihuai Ying
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Jesus Tempted

“The Tempter tempts the Creator –
Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
The Lord was just a man like us
But lived a sin-free life on earth.”

The Spirit then took Jesus Christ
Into the desert for some days;
For forty days and forty nights,
He fasted and fervently prayed.

And in that weary state of mind
And body when Christ Jesus lay,
The Tempter Satan came beside
To test the Lord and make Him prey!

Oh, what a time, the Tempter chose
To try to bait the Lord Jesus!
He didn’t spare ev’n the Son of God,
And chose His weakest moment too.

‘Oh, you must be so hungry now!
Why don’t you turn these stones to bread?
Oh, what a suggestion to make
Reminding Christ, His powers divine! ’

The wily Satan thought Jesus
Would succumb to his proposal;
But Jesus knew why Father sent
Him to be born as man on earth.

‘Man does not live by bread alone,
But by each word that God utters, ’
said Jesus to the Tempter and
Got over His first temptation.

Then Satan took Christ up the roof
Of Jerusalem temple high,
And urged Him to jump down at once,
For angels would prevent His hurt!

‘Don’t test thy Lord, ’ the Scripture says,
said Jesus Christ to Satan then.
Satan showed Him the wealth on earth,
Promised Him if He worshipped him.

But Jesus spoke sternly to Him –
‘Thou shalt worship thy Lord alone! ’ –
the scripture says, ‘Oh, don’t you know;
Begone then Satan, ’ and he left.

Then Jesus felt truly hungry;
Angels ministered unto Him.
The Tempter failed deceiving Christ,
And Jesus won full victory.

When Satan can tempt Christ Himself,
All mankind is his soft target;
Temptations come to every man;
Yet, we mustn’t fall a prey to them!

Our faith in God must remain strong;
We ought to stay alert all life;
The Holy Spirit within us
Will help to ward off every strife.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-1-2009

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I Believe So...

does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...

does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...

does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...

do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....

but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Get Thee Behind Me Satan

Get thee behind me, satan
I want to resist
But the moon is low and I cant say no
Get thee behind me
Get thee behind me, satan
I mustnt be kissed
But the moon is low and I may let go
Get thee behind me
Someone Im mad about
Is waiting in the night for me
Someone that I mustnt see
Satan, get thee behind me
He promised to wait
But I wont appear and he may come here
Satan, hes at my gate
Get thee behind me
Stay where you are
Its too late

song performed by by Irving Berlin
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God Can’t Be Beaten

Satan the world has so deceived
Through wanton lust for sin
But faith, the gift through Christ’s received
Will see God’s children win

True knowledge that the Lord is real
We purchase through belief
When in due course God’s strength we feel
It’s then to Satan’s grief

The devil tries to keep us blind
The truth he seeks to hide
But God is never hard to find
With Jesus as our guide

We need but come to seek His face
The Lord who’s true and just
Will wrap us in His warm embrace
To Satan’s sheer disgust

Power through prayer will Christ bestow
To cast the foe from sight
Though God at times may seem us slow
His timing’s always right

Satan would have us think him dead
So man from Christ would stray
But those who hold the Lord has said
Will live to win the day

Through faith alone our God we trust
Through faith, the Lord we please
Faith also brings to eat the dust
The devil to his knees

Through Christ who is who’s first and last
Who lives though once was dead
When Satan tells you of your past
Remind Him what’s ahead.

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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